I just crossed the 21st week of my pregnancy ... And this means I am nearing the end of this journey. So far, I have been enjoying the feeling of being pregnant (seeing how this will be my last one) though admittedly, this is probably the toughest of my three pregnancies.
Well into my second trimester, and I am still experiencing constant nausea and extreme fatigue. Till today, I find my stomach lurching and having to run to the nearest toilet to hurl out the contents of my last meal. Totally glam, I know. Haha! But the up side is that I have only gained under 3 kg to date (whoopee!) so this means I simply have less to lose in 20-odd weeks time.
The two boys are also enchanted by the thought of a new sibling to torture, I mean, to play with. My sweet older boy Jay consistently remembers to pray for his younger sister, while Xav would lean over to plonk a wet one on my belly. I have no illusions that the three of them would have zero spats or quarrels, but I guess that's the joy of having more than one kid, and growing up with siblings. Sure, there are the shoves and hard nudges, the screams and the squeals. But at the end of the day, they will be there for each other.